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ace. Can they this: so broken, so debas'd 1335 With corporal servitude, that my mind cwer Will condescend to such absurd commands? Although their drudge, to be their fool or jester, And in my midst of sorrow and heart grief To show them feats, and play before their god, The worst of all indignities, yet on me 1341 Join'd with extreme contempt? I will not come. : My m was impos'd on me with speed, Brooks no delay: is this thy resolution 2 Sams. So take it with what speed thy message needs. 1345 off. I am sorry what this stoutness will produce: Sams. Peo: thou shalt have cause to sorrow’ indeed.


Chor. Consider, Samson; matters now are strain'd Up to the height, whether to hold or break; #: gone, and who knows how he may report 1350 Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? Expect another message more imperious, More loudly thund'ring than thou well wilt bear. , Sams. Shall I abuse this consecrated gift Of strength, again returning with my hair 1355 After my great transgression, so requite Favour renew'd, and add a greater sin By prostituting holy things to idols; A Nazarite in place abominable Vaunting my strength in honour to their Dagon? Besides how vile, contemptible, ridiculous, 1361 What act more execrably unclean, profane? Coor. Yet with this strength thou serv'st the Philistines, Idolatrous, uncircumcis'd, unclean. Sams. Not in their idol-worship, but by labour Honest and lawful to deserve my food 1366 Of those who have me in their civil power. Chor. Where the heart joins not, outward acts

defile not. Sams. Where outward force constrains the sentence holds. 1369

But who constrains me to the temple' of Dagon,
Not dragging 2 the Philistian lords command.
Commands are no constraints. If I obey them,
I do it freely, ventoring to displease
God for the fear of man, and man prefer,
Set God behind: which in his jealousy
Shall never, unrepented, find forgiveness.
Yet that he may dispense with me or thee
Present in temples at idolatrous rites
For some important cause, thou need'st not doubt.
Chor. How thou wilt here come off surmounts
o reach. 1380
Sams. Be of good courage, I begin to feel
Somerousing motions in me which dispose
To something extraordinary my thoughts.
I with this messenger will go along,
Nothing to do, be sure, that may dishonour 1385
Our law, or stain my vow of Nazarite.
If there be ought of presage in the mind,
This day will be remarkable' in my life
By some great act, or of my days the last. 1389
Chor. In time thou hastresolv'd, the man returns.
: Samson, this second message from our lords
To thee I am bid say. , Art thou our slave,
Qur captive, at the public mill our drudge,
And dar'st thou at our sending and command
Dispute thy coming? come without delay; 1395
Qr we shall find such engines to assail
And hamper thce, as thou shalt come of force,
Though thouwert firmlier fastend than a rock.
$qos, I could be well content to try their art,
Which to no few of them would prove permicious.


Yet knowing their advantages too many; 1401
Because they shall not trail me through their streets
Like a wild beast, I am content to go,
Masters' commands come with a power resistless
To such as owe them absolute subjection ; 1405
And for a life who will not change his purpose 2
So mutable are all the ways of men)

set this be sure, in nothing to comply Scandalous or forbidden in our law.

%| I praise thy resolution: doff these links:
By this compliance thou wilt win the lords 1411
To favour, and perhaps to set thee free.
Sams. Brethren, farewell; your company along

I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them
To see me girt with friends; and how the sight
Of me as of a common enemy, 1416
So dreaded once, may now exasperate them
I know not: lords are lordliest in their wine;
And the well-feasted priest then soonest fir’d
With zeal, if ought religion seem concern'd ; 1420
No less the people on their holy-days
Impetuous, insolent, unquenchable:
Happen what may, of me expect to hear
Nothing dishonourable, impure, unworthy

Our God, our law, my nation, or myself, 1425

The last of me or no I cannot warrant.
Chor. Go, and the Holy One

Of Israel be thy guide [maine

To what may serve his glory best, and spread his
Great among the heathen round; 1430
Send thee the Angel of thy birth to stand
Fast by thy side, who from thy father's field,
Rode up in flames after this message told
Of thy &omception, and be now a shield
Of fire; that'Spirit that first rush'd on thee
In the camp of Dan
Be efficacious in thee now at need.
For never was from Heaven imparted
Measure of strength so great to mortal seed,
As in thy wondrous actions hath been seen. 1440
But wherefore comes old Manoah in such haste
With youthful steps? much livelier than erewhile
He seems; supposing here to find his son,
Or of him bringing to us some glad news?
Man. Peace with you, brethren; my induce-
ment hither 1445
Was not at present here to find my son,
By order of the lords new parted hence. .”
To come and play before them at their feast.
I heard all as I came, the city rings,
And numbers thither flock, I had no will, 1450
Lest I should see him food to things unseemly,
But that which mov'd my coming now, was chiefly
To give ye part with me what hope I have
With good success to work his liberty.
Chor. That hope would much rejoice us to par-

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take With thee; say, reverend Sire, we thirst to hear. Man. I have attempted one by one the lords Either at home, or through the high street passing, With supplication prone and father's tears, To accept of ransom for my son their prisoner. 1460 Some much averse I found and wondrous harsh, Contemptuous proud, set on revenge and spite ; That part most reverenc'd Dagon and his priests: Others more moderate seeming, but their aim Private reward, for which both god and state 1465 They easily would set to sale; a third More generous far and civil, who confess'd They had enough reveng'd, having reduc’d Their foe to misery beneath their fears, The rest was magnanimity to remit, 1470 some convenient ransom were propos'd. What noise or shout was that? it tore the sky. Chor. Doubtless the people shouting to behold Their once É. dread, captive, and blind before them, Or at some proof of strength before them shown. Man. His ransom, if my whole inheritance 1476 May compass it, shall willingly be paid And number'd down: much rather I shall choose To live the Fo in my tribe, than richest, And he in that calamitous prison left. 1480 No, I am fix’d not to part hence without him. For his redemption all my patrimony If need be, I am ready to forego And quit; not wanting him, I shall want nothing. Chor. Fathers are wont to lay up for their sons, Thou for thy son art bent to lay out all; 1486 Sons wont to nurse their parents in old age, Thou in old age car'st how to nurse thy son Made older than thy age through eye-sight lost.

1435 Man. It shall be my delight to tend his eyes, And view him sitting in the house, ennobled 1491 With all those §. exploits by him achiev'd, And on his shoulders waving down those locks, That of a nation arm'd the strength contain'd? And I persuade me God had not permitted 1495 His strength again to grow up with his hair Garrison'd round about him like a camp Of faithful soldiery, were not his purpose To use him further yet in some great service, Not to sit idle with so great a .# Useless, and thence ridiculous about him. And since his strength with eye-sight was not lost, God will restore his eye-sight to his strength. Chor. Thy hopes are not ill founded, nor seem Of his delivery, and thy joy thereon [vain Conceiv'd agreeable to a father's love, 1506 In both which we, as next, participate. Man. I know your friendly minds and—O what noise! Mercy of Heaven, what hideous noise was that? Horribly loud, unlike the former shout. 1510 Chor. Noise call you it or universal groan, As if the whole inhabitation perish'd : Blood, death, and deathful deeds are in that noise, Ruin, destruction at the utmost point. Man. Of ruin indeed, methought I heard, the noise: 1515 Oh it continues, they have slain my son. Chor. Thy son is rather slaying them, that out


cry From slaughter of one foe could not ascend. Man. Some dismal accident it needs must be; What shall we do, stay here or run and see? 1520 Chor. Best keep together here, lest running We unawares run into danger's mouth. [thither This evil on the Philistines is fallen; prom whom could else a general cry be heard? The sufferers then will scarce molest us here, 1525 From other hands we need not much to fear. What if his eye-sight (for to Israel's God Nothing is hard) by miracle restor'd, He now be dealing dole among his foes, And over heaps of slaughter'd walk his way? 1530 Man. That were a joy presumptuous to be thought. Chor. Yet God hath wrought things as incredible For his people of old; what hinders now P Man. #. I know, but doubt to think he will; Yet hope would fain subscribe, and tempts belief. A little stay will bring some notice hither. 1536 Chor. Of good or bad so great, of bad the sooner; For evil news rides post, while good news baits. And to our wish I see one hither speeding, A Hebrew, as I guess, and of our tribe. 1540 Mess. 0 whither shall I run, or which way fly The sight of this so horrid spectacle, Which erst my eyes beheld and yet behold? For dire imagination still pursues me. But providence or instinct of nature seems, 1545 Or reason though disturb'd, and scarce consulted, To have guided me aright, I know not how, To thee first reverend #. and to these My countrymen, whom here I knew remaining, As at some distance from the place of horror, i550 So in the sad event too much concern'd. Man. The accident was loud, and here before

thee With rueful cry, yet what it was we hear mot; No preface needs, thou seest we long to know. Mess. It would burst forth, but I recover breath And sense distract, to know well what I utter. 1556 Man. Tell us the sum, the circumstance defer. Mess. Gaza yet stands, but all her sons are fallen, All in a moment overwhelm'd and fallen. Man. Sad, but thou know'st to Israelites not saddest 1560 The desolation of a hostile o: Mess. Feed on that first, there may in grief be surfeit. Man. Relate by whom. Mess. By Samson. Man. That still lessens The sorrow, and converts it migh to joy. Mess. Ah Manoah, I refrain too suddenly 1565 To utter what will come at last too soon; Lest evil tidings with too rude irruption Hitting thy aged ear should pierce too deep. Man. Suspense in news is torture, speak them

out. Mess. Take then the worst in brief, Samson is dead. 1570


Man. The worst indeed, O all my hope's defeated To free him hence 1 but death who sets all free Hath paid his ransom now and full discharge. What windy joy this day had I conceiv'd Hopeful of his delivery, which now proves Abortive as the first-born bloom of sprin Nipp'd with the lagging rear of *iocet Yet ere I o the reins to grief, say first, How died he; death to life is crown or shame All by him fell thou say'st, by whom fell he, 1580 What glorious hand gave Samson his death wound?

Mess. Unwounded of his enemies he fell.

Man. Wearied with slaughter then or how 2 ex


Mess. By his own hands.

Man. Self-violence? what cause 1585. Brought him so soon at variance with himself Among his foes?

Mess. Inevitable cause
At once both to destroy and be destroy'd;
The edifice, where all was met to see him
Upon their heads indoo pull'd.

Man. Q lastly over-strong against thyself!
A dreadful way thou took'st to thy revenge.
More than enough we know; but while things yot
Are in confusion, give us if thou canst,
Eye-witness of what first or last was done, 159t
Relation more particular and distinct.

Mess. Qccasions drew me early to this city, And as the gates I enter'd with sun-rise, The morning trumpets festival proclaim'd Through each high street: little I had dispatch'd, When all abroad was rumour'd that this day 1601 Samson should be brought forth, to show the people Proof of his mighty strength in seats and ames; Isorrow'd at his captive state, but mind Not to be absent at that spectacle. The building was a spacious theatre Half-round on two main pillars vaulted high, With seats where all the lords and each degree Of sort, might sit in order to behold; The other side was open, where the throng , 1610 Qn banks and scaffolds under sky might stand; I among these aloof obscurely stood. The feast and noon grew high, and sacrifice Had fill'd their hearts with mirth, high cheer, and


When to their sports they turn'd. Immediately
Was Samson as a public servant brought, 1616
In their state livery clad; before him pipes
#And timbrels, on each side went armed guards,
Both horse and foot, before him and behind
Archers, and slingers, cataphracts and spears. 162C
At sight of him the people with a shout
Iti the air, clamouring their god with praise,
Who' had made their dreadful enemy their thrail.
He patient but undaunted where they led him,
Came to the place, and what was set before him,
Which without help of eye might be assay’d, 1626
To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still perform'd
All with incredible, stupendous force,
None daring to appear antagonist.
At length for intermission' sake they led him 1630
Between the pillars; he his guide requested
(For so from such as nearer stood we heard)
As over-tir'd to let him lean a while
With both his arms on those two massy pillars,
That to the arched roof gave main support. 1635
He unsuspicious led him; which when Samson
Felt in his arms, with head a while inclin'd,
And eyes fast fix’d he stood, as one who pray'd,
Qr some great matter in his mind revolv'd:
At last with head erect thus cried aloud, 1640
Hitherto, lords, what your commands impos!d
I have perform’d, as reason was, obeying,
Not without wonder or delight beheld:
Now of my own accord such other trial
I mean to show you of my strength, yet ter;
As with amaze shall strike all who behold. 1646
This utter'd, straining all his nerves he bow'd,
As with the force of winds and waters pent,
When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars
With horrible convulsion to and fro, 1650.
He tugg’d, he shook, till down they came and drew
The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder
Upon the heads of all who sat beneath,
Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests,
Their choice nobility and flower, not only
Of this but each Philistian city round
Met from all parts to solemnize this feast.
Samson, with these inmix'd, inevitably
Puri down the same destruction on himself2


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The only scap'd who stood without. 1660
Cho dearly-bought revenge, yet glorious!
Living or dying thou hast #.
The work for which thou wast foretold
To Israel, and now liest victorious
Among thy slain self-kill'd,
Not willingly, but tangled in the fold
Qf dire necessity, whose law in death conjoin'd
Thee with thy slaughter'd foes in number more
Than all thy life had slain before. I
Semichor. While their hearts were jocund and
Drunk with o drunk with wine, [sublime,
And fat regorg'd o buil and goats,
Chanting their idol, and preferring
Before our living Dread who dwells
In Silo his o o :
Among them he aspirit' of phrensy sent
Who hurt their minds,
And urg'd them on with mad desire
To call in haste for their destroyer;
They only set on sport and play 1680
Unweetingly importun'd
Their own destruction to come speedy" upon them.
So fond are mortal men
Fallen into wrath divine
As their own ruin on themselves to invite,
Insensate left, or to sense reprobate,
And with blindness internal struck.
Semichor. But he though blind of sight,
Despis'd and thought extinguish’d quite,
With inward eyes illuminated,
His fiery virtue rous'd
From under ashes into sudden flame,
And as an evening dragon came,
Assailant on the perched roosts,
And nests in order rang'd
Of tame villatic fowl; É. as an eagle
His cloudless thunderbolted on their heads.
So virtue given for lost,
Depress'd, and overthrown, as seem’d,
Like that self begotten bird
In the Arabian woods imboss'd,
That no second knows nor third,
And lay erewhile a holocaust,
From out her ashy womb now teem’d,
Revives, reflourishes, then vigorous most
hen most unactive deem'd.
And though her body die, her fame survives
A secular bird ages of lives.
Man. Come, come, no time for lamentation now,

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Nor much more cause; Samson hath quit himself Like Samson, and heroicly hath finish' 1711 A life heroic, on his enemies Fully revengod, hath left them years of mourning, And lamentations to the sons of Caphtor Through all Philistian bounds; to Israel Honour hath left, and freedom, let but them Find courage to lay hold on this occasion; To himself and father's house eternal fame; And which is best and happiest yet, all this With God not parted from him, as was feard, 1720 But favouring and assisting to the end. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair, *. what may quiet us in a death so noble. 1725 | Let us go find the body where it lies Soak'd in his enemies' blood, and from the stream | With lavers pure and cleansing herbs wash off The clotted gore. I with what speed the while (Gaza is not in plight to say us nay) 1730 Will send for as my kindréd, all my friends, To fetch him hence, and solemnly attend With silent obsequy and funeral train Home to his father's house: there will I build him A monument, and plant it round with shade 1755 Of laurel ever green, and branching palm, With all his trophies hung, and acts inroll’d In copious legend, or sweet lyric song. Thither shall all the valiant youth resort, And from his memory inflame their breasts To matchless valour, and adventures high: e virgins also shall on feastful days Visit his tomb with flowers, only bewaili His lot unfortunate in nuptial choice, From whence captivity and loss of eyes. Chor. All is best, though we oft doubt What th' unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously; whenee Gaza mouros And all that band them to resist His uncontrolable intent; 1755 His servants he with new acquist Of true experience from this great even With peace and consolation hath dismiss'd, And calm of mind all passion spent.









HENCE, loathed Yolo
Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,
In Stygian cave forlorn, [unholy!
"Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights
Find out some uncouth cell, 5
Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous
And the night-raven sings; Twings,
There under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks,
As ged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. 10
But come, thou goddess fair and free,
In heaven yelep'd Euphrosyne,
And by men, heart-easing Mirth,
Whom lovely Venus, at a birth, .
With two sister Graces more 15
To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore;
or whether (as some sager sing)
The frolic wind that breathes the spring,
Zephyr, with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a-Maying; 20
There on beds of violets blue,
And fresh-blown roses wash’d in dew,
Fiil'd her with thee, a daughter fair,
So buxom, blithe, and debonaire.
Haste thee, o; and bring with the 25
Jest and youthful Jollity,
3. ps, and cranks, and wanton wiles,
s and becks, and wreathed smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to i. in dimple sleek; 30
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it as you go,
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right-hand lead with thee, 35
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty;
And if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free; 40
To hear the lark begin his flight, -
And singing startle the dull No.
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
Then to come in spite of Sorrow, - 45
And at my window bid good-morrow,
Through the sweet-brier, or the vine,
Or the twisted eglantine:
While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of Darkness thin, 50
And to the stack, or the barn-door, -
Stoutly struts his dames before:
Oft list’ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the loor",
From the side of some hoar hill 55
Through the high wood echoing shrill:
Some time walking not unseen
By hedge-row elms, or hillocks green,
Right against the eastern gate,
§. the great Sun begins his state, 60
Rob'd in flames, and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight,
While the ploughman near at hand
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milk-maid singeth blithe, 65
And the mower whets his scythe, -
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,
While the landskip round it measures; 70
Russet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray,
Mountains on whose barren breast
The laboring clouds do often rest;
Meadows trim with daisies pied, 75
Shallow brook and rivers wide:

Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees, * * *
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes. -
Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes,
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydom and Thyrsis, met,
Are at their savoury dinner set
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the meat-handed Phyllis drésses;
And then in haste her bower she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the sheaves;
Or, if the earlier season lead,
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
Fometimes with secure dilight
The uplana hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocund rebecs sound
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
And young and old come forth to play
On a sun-shine holiday,
Till the live-long daylight fail;
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How fairy Mab the junkets eat,
She was pingh'd, and pull'd, she said,
And he, by friar's lantern led,
Tells how the drudging goblin sweat,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn,
That ten day-lab’rers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubbar-fiend,

And, stretch'd out all the . length, s

Basks at the fire his hairy strengt
And crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whisp'ring winds soon lull'd asleep.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and o: the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her grace, whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear
In saffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask and §: pageantry,
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well trod stage anon,
If Jonscri's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
And ever, against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes, with many a winding bout
of Hoà sweetness long drawn out
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,

The melting voice through mazes running,

Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony;
That Orpheus' self may heave his head
From golden slumber on a bed
Qf heap'd Elysian flowers, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half-regain’d Eurydice.
These delights, if thou canst give,
Mirth, with thee I mean to live.

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HENCE, wain deluding joys,
The brood of Folly without father bred :
How little you bested,
Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!
Dwell in some idle brain,
And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,
As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the sunbeams,
Or likest hovering dreams
The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train.
But hail, thou goddess, sage and holy,
Hail, divinest Melancholy!
Whose saintly o is too bright
To hit the sense of human sight,
And therefore to our weaker view
O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue:
Black, but such as in esteem
Prince Memnon's sister might beseem,
Or that starr'd Ethiop queen that strove
To set her beauties' praise above
The Sea-nymphs, and their powers offended:
Yet thou art higher far descended,
Thee bright-hair'd Vesta long of yore
To solitary Saturn bore;
His daughter she (in Saturn's reign,
Such mixture was not held a stain,)
oft in glimmering bowers and glades
He met her, and in secret shades
Qf woody Ida's inmost grove,
While yet there was no fear of Jove.
Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure,
Sober, steadfast, and demure,
All in a robe of darkest grain,
Flowing with majestic train,
And sable stole of Cyprus lawn,
Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Come, but keep thy wonted state,
With even step, and musing gait,
And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes:
There § in holy passion still,
Forget thyself to marble, till
With a sad leaden downward cast,
Thou fix them on the earth as fast:
And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet,
Sparé Fast, that oft with gods doth diet,
And hears the Muses in a ring
Aye round about Joye's altar sing:
And add to these retired Leisure,
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure
But first and chiefest, with thee bring,
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The cherub Contemplation ;
..And the mute Silence hist along,
*Less Philomel will deign a song,
In her sweetest, saddest plight,
Smoothing the rugged brow of Night,
While Cynthia checks her dragonyoke,
Gently o'er th’ accustom'd oak;
Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy
Thee, chantress, oft, the woods among,
I woo, to hear th; evening-song;
And missing thee, I walk unseen
On the dry smooth-shaven green,
To behold the wand'ring moon,
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the heaven's wide pathless way,
And oft, as if her head she bow'd,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Oft on a plat of #.
I hear the far-off curfew sound,
Over some wide-water'd shore,
Swinging slow with sullen roar;
Or if the air will not permit,
Some still removed place will fit,
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom,
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the cricket on the hearth,
Qr the belman's drowsy charm,
To bless the doors from nightly harm:

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Qr let my lamp at midnight hour
Be seen in some high lonely tower,
Where I may oft outwatch the Bear,
With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphere
The spirit of Plato to unfold
What worlds, or what vast regions hold
Th’ immortal mind that hath forsook
Her mansion in this fleshly nook:
And of those Demons that are found
In fire, air, flood, or under ground,
Whose power hath a true consent
With planet, or with element.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy
In scepter’d Böll come weeping by,
Presenting Thebes' or Pelops' line,
Or the tale of Troy divine,
Or what (though rare) of later age
Ennobled hath thy buskin'd stage.
But, O sad Virgin, that thy power
Might raise Musæus from his bower,
Orbid the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes, as warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek,
And made hell grant what love did seek.
Or call him up that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold,
Of Camball, and of Algarsife,
And who had Canace to wife,
That own'd the virtuous ring and glass,
And of the wond’rous horse of brass,
On which the Tartar king did ride;
And if aught else great bards beside
In sage and solemn tunes have sung,
Of turneys and of trophies hung,
Of forests, and enchantments drear,
Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career,
Tifi'civil suited Mom a pear,
Not trick'd and frounc'
With the Attic boy to hunt
But kerchieft in a comely cloud,
While rocking winds are piping loud,
Or usher'd with a shower still
When the gust hath blown his fill,
Ending on the rustling leaves
With minute drops from off the eaves.
And when the sun begins to of
His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring
To arched walks of twilight groves,
And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves,
Of pine, or monumental oak,
Where the rude ax with heaved stroke
Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt,
Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
There in close covert by some brook,
Where no profaner eye may look,
Hide me from day's #. eye,
While the bee with honied thigh,
That at her flowery work doth sing,
And the waters murmuring,
With such concert as the £er,
Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep;
And let some strange mysterious dream
Wave at his wings in airy stream
Qf lively portraiture display'd,
Softly on my eyelids i.
And as I wake sweet music breathe
Above, about, or underneath,
Sent by some spirit to mortals good,
Or th’ unseen genius of the wood.
Butlet my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high embowed roof,
With o pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light.
There let the pealing organ blow,
To the full-voic'd choir below,
In service high and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness through mine ear,
Dissolve me into ecstacies, , ,
And bring all heaven before mine eyes!
And may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage,

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stances, is taken from a song in praise of melancholy, in Beaumont and Fletcher's comedy, called The

Nice Valour, or Passionate Madman.

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